The clock hands wind themselves into an unending spiral,
Fast-forward and they look like rotor blades
Levitating whichever moment they are bound to.
I don’t speak in jest when I lace my words into an elaborate analogy
That better accentuates how fast time flies.
We live through the same time yet we run a race in different lanes
Try to peer into mine and all you’ll see, is me,
Playing skip rope with what you best understand as the finish line.
I write the best I have to offer with mirrors as a recipient;
These words are me,
If asked to look at someone, and use them as a muse;
Who else would it be?
I discard the limitations of feasibility with each beat
The swiftness of my ink runs in parallel with a shooting star
Don’t be snared by the how, but by the why,
Try not to judge my self-appraisal
You learn to be an expert at navigating your own thoughts and emotions
When you’re a refugee in the realm of a narcissist.
And that’s about as much backstory you’ll get out of me
From this incremental dose of poetry.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: Aenami
Love yourself fiercely, but not at the cost of basic human dignity ❤
O.D. 